If You Go Down To The Woods...

...Be careful, you never know what waits

Icarus

Your wings were of wax

Sun burned like autumn fire

And you flew too close

Scream

Weeping woman

Hair of wildfire

Foreboding

People shiver when you are near

Bad omen

Nameless

Rumour tells of a strange man

Unknown, except to those in need

Many fall victim to his demands

Promises made, with nothing else to offer

Like moths to a flame

Everyone agrees, they are all desperate

Some tell of a millers daughters

Taken by a greedy, selfish king

In haste, made to spin gold

Little knowing, a strange man will save her

To him, to spin gold is no hard task

Such large quantities he makes, and the

King, tricked, promises marriage

In turn, the girl falls prey to this

Nameless man, seeking more than gold.

Lost Boy

Where did your shadow go?

Did you get lonely?

Eternal youth, neverending

You are a mess of autumn leaves

and cobwebs

Now the crocodile is gaining.